I think I forgot to tell you how gorgeous you look today, he said, whispering against my throat as his lips began tracing a path down my body. How much I love this blouse. He popped the top buttons open with ease, exposing the lacy blue bra I’d worn for just this occasion. And how much I’d love to rip it off.
Cupping both his cheeks in my hands, I yanked his lips back to mine. Permission granted.
A shiver danced across my skin as a husky chuckle escaped him, and it wasn’t just my blouse that was stripped off. In the moments that followed, our hands were desperate, pulling at every bit of clothing between us until they were scattered across his room and we were skin to skin.
Leaning over me, his lips slowed to a torturous pace, making every nerve ending in body scream for more. Derrick, I whined in desperation and his bark of laughter pierced through the haze of lust.
Moving his attention southward, his palms coasted across my breasts, over my stomach, and down between my legs, searing a trail along my skin as his mouth followed in quick pursuit. When he hit his destination, stroking his tongue along my center, my hips all but leaped from the bed, wanting anything and everything Derrick was willing to give. My hands gripped the sheet beneath me as he added his fingers into the mix, drawing out noises I couldn’t fathom while my muscles began to tighten in anticipation.
But before I could reach my peak, he pulled away, leaving me frustrated and breathing heavily on the bed with heavy eyes and what was sure to be wild hair.
Though before I could ask why, he flipped me over with the speed and finesse of a hockey player. Hearing the telltale rip of a condom wrapper, I bit my lip, moving with him as he situated himself behind me and propped me up on my knees.
This okay ? he rasped, gripping my hips in his strong hands to line himself up.
Y-yes, I replied. Please.
Needing no further encouragement, he filled me in one smooth motion, pushing all the way to the hilt before pulling back. Then he did it again, over and over in a rhythm that drove me mad. There was nothing sweet about it ; it was hard, raw, and rushed. Only made better when I rose up on my elbows and moved along with him, improving the angle so he hit just the right spot.
I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, but when he dropped one hand from my hip and applied the pressure I needed to my clit, I was a goner. Whimpering, I let wave after wave of pleasure wash over me, my heart pounding in ecstasy, but it didn’t stop there. Derrick, yet to finish, picked up the pace, leaning over me to place wet, messy kisses along my spine. The sensation was almost too much for my languid limbs, and when I finally felt him shudder through his own climax, the two of us collapsed together on the bed, absolutely spent.
So, he started after a stretched silence, still breathing hard, how was that for a first place prize ?
Concealing my grin in one of his pillows, I mumbled my reply.
Sorry, what was that ? His fingers brushed against my ribs, causing me to squirm and giggle. I didn’t quite hear you.
Cheeks flushed, I turned my head, not hiding the fact I was ogling his naked body before meeting his eyes. Worth it.
Definitely worth it.
Sleep came far too easy that night.
Derrick had driven me home before Ryan returned, which I was grateful for, seeing as I hadn’t particularly looked forward to blushing as red as a firetruck under what would surely have been a knowing grin. Though when he pulled up outside my apartment, we’d spent another couple of minutes making out, hoping passersby didn’t look too closely through his windows.
When I finally stepped inside, both exhausted and spilling with euphoria, I knew there was no use trying to be productive. I changed into my pajamas, tossed a bowl of leftovers into the microwave for a late dinner, and collapsed on the couch with a reality tv show on. And later, when I more or less melted into bed, my body still singing in satisfaction, I drifted off with a silly smile on my lips.
And there was no tampering the good mood I woke up with.
Not when one of my contacts fell down the sink, forcing me to wear my glasses for the day. Not when-thanks to the cold-my car wouldn’t start, making me bundle up in extra layers to walk to meet my friends for our weekly Monday morning hang out. Not when the barista behind the counter told me they were out of blueberry muffins, recommending I go with their lemon poppy seed instead. And not even when I joined Esme and Harper at our usual table, and they tried to drag every last detail of the date from me.
Tell me you guys banged. Esme watched me eagerly, impatient for a response as she turned to her own girlfriend. She did, right ? She looked back at me, examining my features closely. Please tell me you did.
Harper’s irises sparkled with amusement. Considering she’s not denying anything, I’m assuming the answer is yes. She did.
How about we talk about anything else ? I drawled, though I wasn’t really all that bothered. They were my best friends, and if you couldn’t tell your best girl friends about your Sunday sexcapades, who could you tell ?
We will, as soon as you give us something about your date, Esme countered. Any small detail. Or big details, like how big was his-
Or, Harper cut her off with a bemused smile as I felt my cheeks heat, you can just tell us where he took you.
We went bowling.
There was a moment of silence as my response registered with them before they both burst into laughter.
And how did that go ? Harper asked, eyes twinkling with mirth. Did you swindle him out of house and home ?
A light laugh escaped me as I shook my head. Not quite. Dropping my gaze, I cupped my hands around my to-go cup. But we did go back to his place after.
Esme leaned forward in her seat, eager for the admission to come. And… ?
And- I leaned in as well, dropping my voice to just above a whisper. -we hooked up.
The squeal that followed was enough to shock me back to my side of the table, my eyes widening and face reddening as a slew of looks-both curious and annoyed-were shot our way.